After dinner, Silas Hawthorne softly asked, "Miss Sterling, can I have a private conversation with you?"
Eleanor Sterling was taken aback. Talk about what?
Isn’t this matter already settled? Could he be planning to settle scores later?
With the mindset of resolving issues today, Eleanor nodded, "Sure, let’s go outside."
Alaric Faulkner looked at Silas Hawthorne with an indifferent expression; perhaps somewhat displeased by his actions, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Eleanor Sterling and Silas Hawthorne stepped out together.
Alaric Faulkner followed closely behind, prompting Silas Hawthorne to turn around and smile, "Alaric, I have some private matters to discuss with Miss Sterling, could you please make it convenient?"
Alaric Faulkner’s face turned icy, "It’s inconvenient."
Seemingly aware of Alaric Faulkner’s attitude, Silas Hawthorne paid it no mind.
He laughed, "Aren’t you confident enough to fear that after Miss Sterling and I go out... she’ll ditch you?"
Alaric Faulkner’s gaze passed over Silas Hawthorne, landing on Eleanor Sterling behind him, then he said, "She won’t."
Silas Hawthorne smiled, "Why not?"
"Because she’s not blind."
Such a sharp tongue, capable of angering someone to death.
Silas Hawthorne merely smiled, not taking it to heart.
After all, the two were acquainted and naturally understood each other’s temperaments, no one would get angry over a few words.
He said to Eleanor Sterling, "Miss Sterling, let’s go."
Eleanor Sterling followed Silas Hawthorne outside, and Alaric Faulkner indeed did not follow along.
After walking for a while, Eleanor Sterling spoke first, "Mr. Hawthorne, the Jennings Family and the Hawthorne Family made this marriage arrangement previously, but I was unaware; now that it’s annulled, it’s better for both of us."
Silas Hawthorne looked at her steadily for a few seconds.
Eleanor Sterling’s true beauty was indeed dazzling, like a blooming rose, wantonly captivating. Originally, he came to break the engagement, but now he had changed his mind.
"That child is not Alaric’s!" Silas Hawthorne said with great certainty.
Eleanor Sterling’s expression stiffened, not knowing what to say.
However, the fact that Estelle Sterling was Jasper Faulkner’s child was unknown to anyone, and she couldn’t publicly announce it.
Still, Silas Hawthorne was right, the child indeed wasn’t Alaric Faulkner’s.
She smiled, "Whether it is or not doesn’t change the fact that he is my son. I think the Hawthorne Family wouldn’t want a woman like that, entering to raise another’s child, would they?"
Silas Hawthorne’s handsome face was shrouded in dark shadows, his expression unclear, and he whispered, "How do you know the Hawthorne Family wouldn’t allow it?"
Given Warren Hawthorne’s obsession with Jeanette Jennings, Silas Hawthorne thought that even if he knew Eleanor Sterling had a child, he probably wouldn’t mind.
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Eleanor Sterling asked, "Mr. Hawthorne, you..."
Silas Hawthorne interrupted her, "Regardless of that arrangement, we are at least friends, no need to be so formal, just call me Silas."
With his interruption, Eleanor Sterling’s thoughts were diverted.
They had only interacted once before when she used him as a foil for Faye’s misunderstanding; in truth, their relationship wasn’t deep, and the term ’friend’ felt a bit far-fetched.
Silas Hawthorne chuckled lightly, "In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony either; I’ll call you Eleanor from now on."
"Eleanor, regarding our marriage arrangement, it requires the elders to step in and cancel it. We as juniors can’t decide this on our own, so I hope you consider this carefully."
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Sterling felt a sense of powerlessness rise within her.
She had already thought about it very carefully.
"Then you can go back and talk to Mr. Hawthorne, set a time, and we can come out and resolve it?"
Silas Hawthorne did not object, only nodded in agreement, "Okay."
"It’s getting late, let’s head back."
Eleanor Sterling started heading back first, while Silas Hawthorne, in the rear, watched her silhouette fall into deep thought.